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A Face In The Sky

A pretty dream, a face in the sky, my love.

                              A pretty dream, the face turned, love lost.


                              This car isn’t much, but it goes fast enough.

                              The drink makes me numb, deathly quiet.


                              Let it end, by the sea, so I can disappear,

                              To the depths, the dark, the place perfect.


                              I let her down. I cannot win. The Devil will.

                              I’m tired of fighting myself. I’m tired of madness.


                              There he comes, flashing lights, coming for me.

                              I’ll make the right wrong move, and I’ll be gone.


                              Pulling over, one last pull, I can leave forever,

                              For the dark and warm place, that’s only silence.


Brie lives in my best dreams,
walking hand in hand, laughing,
the world wonderful and bright.
 She’ll dance and spin on her heels
and I’ll laugh and do it too, not a care.
Then we’ll run for no reason at all.
 Sit in the park, eating a lunch, talking,
and just innocent in the sun, simple things
making so happy and free.
 In the dark, after all the rage’s bled out,
after all the awful I do to my mind, my soul,
as I graps at any sort of peace, innocence.
 I dream this life with her, my dream girl,
my angel, my light in the pit of my heart,
where sex is loving, where love is kind.
 As the morning light comes, I dream of her,
sitting by the river, just perfect and still,
the light haloing her head.
 I think of her, lost in a fitful sleep.

Carolina Coast

There is nothing behind I say, trying to erase it from my thoughts.
There is no where back there I say, trying to make myself clean.
This bus is headed east, to the Carolina Coast and no one I know.
I watch the trees and the winding mountain roads, knowing less.
No good trying to repair the past or replay the choices I made then.
Just reminds you how small you are and what loss has done to you.
Leave those faces and those streets and maybe start again down the road.
Maybe I’ll be a good man and a worthwhile lover in a city by the grey Atlantic Ocean.
I dream of a woman, young and bright, with black hair and bangs, a sweet smile.
I dream of a life where I am the Paladin and Savior I always wanted to be.
I dream and sleep and dream and listen to a baby cry, the mother try to soothe it.
I dream I can start again, make something new, not the same fucking mistakes.
Down the mountain highway, towards a place I don’t know, where I’m not known.
I imagine the sound of surf crashing and the tang of salt in the ocean breeze.
I’ll sit awhile on those sands, and watch the waters churn, white caps astray.
Let her be here. Let me find her. Let me really leave the past behind forever.